This picture shows you who is to blame for my absenteeism on my blog for the last four days. My sisters. Fortunately for me they did not reach dating age until I had my man securely signed and sealed. Aren’t they gorgeous seventy-ish grandmothers?

We had a great time together. Talking, laughing, remembering, even coloring. I’m so glad she came. I don’t know that I will ever go to Denver again. My heart issue up there scares me. I guess it would be okay, but…

The one in white was my precious. I was ten when she was born. She was colicky I had the honor and joy of rocking her through those first months. She lives nearby (forty miles). We spent part of the time at my house and part at hers. The Denver sister in brown came to us at four years old after I had gone to college so I didn’t get a lot of time with her until she was close to a teenager. Of course, marriage, motherhood, and being grandmothers blend us in age wise and I convince myself I’m their age still. They also have wonderful husbands and children. Their grandchildren are near perfection – just almost as good as mine. 😀

She is the one who said I am obstinate and opinionated. I’m really not, am I?

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Hello. To various folks I am Neat’nee, Mom, Grandma Neta, Gramma, Aunt Neta, Aunt Noni, Aunt Neno, and Aunt Neto (lots of varieties from little nieces and nephews). To some I’m more like “Didn’t you used to be my teacher?” or “Don’t I know you from someplace?” To you, perhaps, I am a Fellow Blogger. Not “fellow” like a male or a guy, but “fellow” like a companion or an adventurer. I would choose to be Grandma Blogger, and have you pull up a chair, my website before you, while I tell you of some days of yore. I have experienced life much differently than most of you. It was and is a good life. I hope to share nuggets of appreciation for those who have gone before me and those who come after me. By necessity you are among those who come after me and I will tell you of those who came before. Once upon a time in a little house on a prairie - oops, change that lest I commit plagiarism - and change that “house on the prairie” to “dugout on the prairie.” So my story begins...

17 Responses to SISTERS

It must be both a joy and sometimes a trial to belong to a large family. Having sisters who are of your human biological family must be a real joy. I have many sisters and brothers in the faith but only 1 brother younger and 1/2 sister older who died many years ago. Blessings. Enjoy the memories and the journey.

I was so happy when my sister move here from Kansas about 13 years ago. Her husband was transferred to their present location. It is always a nice run down to her place. I get along very well with my brothers-in-law. We can do lots of talking! Keep close ties as possible. That is an invaluable relationship.

I know that siblings come in every size, shape, temperament, and level of annoyance, but I still wish I had some. I love the photo of yours, and love that you’re all still able to get together. As a friend once said, “I love having a sister, but getting to see her once every couple of years makes it seem as though I have none at all.” Thanks for sharing your visit, and your obvious pleasure in it.

Verna is the one who was my anchor during my “Denver” crisis. She is the take charge person. Karen and I are so thankful for her. She is holding together now during another crisis. She is courage embodied after having lost her voice box to cancer; I think eleven years ago One could never guess the pain she lives in. As I said, “Courage embodied.” I’ve never seen a more noble and determined person. Thanks.

I don’t know about obstinate, but you are opinionated…and I LOVE that about you. I am glad you don’t hide your opinions.
I am glad you got to spend quality time with your sisters. It is better to have a close relationship with family than a broken one.

I want to pay tribute to wonderful people I have known, the wonderful country in which I live, the communities in which I have lived, the churches who have claimed me as their own, the God who sends shivers down my back when I really give him a portion of my time—well, maybe not shivers but tears flow easily in some of those most priceless times.

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Oneta Hayes

Hello. To various folks I am Neat’ne, Mom, Grandma Neta, Gramma, Aunt Neta, Aunt Noni, Aunt Neno, and Aunt Neto (lots of varieties from little nieces and nephews). To some I’m more like “Didn’t you used to be my teacher?” or “Don’t I know you from someplace?” To you, perhaps, I am a Fellow Blogger. Not “fellow” like a male or a guy, but “fellow” like a companion or an adventurer. I would choose to be Grandma Blogger, and have you pull up a chair, my website before you, while I tell you of some days of yore. I have experienced life much differently than most of you. It was and is a good life. I hope to share nuggets of appreciation for those who have gone before me and those who come after me. By necessity you are among those who come after me and I will tell you of those who came before. Once upon a time in a little house on a prairie - oops, change that lest I commit plagiarism - and change that “house on the prairie” to “dugout on the prairie.” So my story begins.